Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Kitchen 7:45pm

Tonight when I went out in The Dark

to scrape a dinner plate for The Crows

I heard the distinct honking of geese

somewhere below the constellation of Orion

— the only constellation I recognize

beside The Big Dipper —

Oh, I didn’t tell You —

a few days ago — no, December 22nd —

I met one of the nurses from The Psych Unit

in the bakery section of MY Sobey’s

— it was One Who doled out bedtime pills —

She could barely say hello